for days before my due date i waddled up and down the street for hours, ate the spiciest food known to man, cleaned and re-cleaned, and rearranged the nursery furniture again and again. i'm sure i muttered many things under my breath...but "boy, God, i really love the fact that i'm more than 40 weeks pregnant with no end in sight" wasn't one of them.
but now i will give credit where credit is due. God, you really are all-knowing. because, clearly, if harrison had been born on the 11th instead of the 14th, my dear husband would insist on having a golf-themed birthday party each year. complete with an official airing of the master's tournament.
by the way, vacuuming is an excellent way to bring on labor. and, really, what pregnant woman doesn't want to vacuum everything in her home before bringing her newborn into the world?
what many may not know is that in order to attend the masters - not play, just attend - you must become an accredited patron. that means you have to fill out an application form, complete with social security number. all the applications are put into a lottery system and, if chosen, your application is reviewed before an invitation is extended. as the good wife that i am, i have filled out an application on my husband's behalf each year since...well, actually, since BEFORE we were married. maybe that's WHY he married me. it must be the thought that counts, though, because jeremy white has not yet received an invite to go to augusta. that is why he "attends" from our living room.
and that is why he insists that harrison will, one day, get on the pga tour. and, of course, daddy will caddy for him at the masters tournament. and, then, after harrison dons the green jacket, we can all celebrate his birthday in peace.